Our President's Day was spent on a couple inches of ice. Eric's list includes ice fishing and good friends of ours invited us to go. We went up to Deer Creek Resevoir and there were lots of people up there camped out on the ice in 20 degree weather, braving the elements for the unlikelihood of a nibble and maybe even a bite. Some of them were right up there with "Grumpy Old Men" in their little fishing shacks. Sadly we didn't catch any fish BUT we got to spend most of the day outside. It felt good to breathe fresh air and not be cooped up inside. We made hot chocolate and ate yummy sandwiches while watching for a bite on our line. The thing I forget about going fishing every time is you really just have to forget you are fishing. Take good friends and good food and you are set. 
Eric auguring a fishing hole.
Me making the "it's so fun!," face and wearing five pairs of pants.
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